(back home again in) indiana

back home again in indiana

and it seems that i can sing

the gleaming candle light still shining bright

through the sickamores for me

a new born hay sends all its gragrance

from the fields i used to roam

when i dream about the moonlight on the wabash

then i long for my indiana home

back home again in indiana

and it seems that i can sing

the gleaming candle light still shining bright

through the sickamores for me